The house was supposed to be one of the gems of the city for this season. Haunted, newspapers had boasted, was a stark understatement. It was beyond spine tingling, beyond bone chilling, it might outright send you to your grave over how accurate it's rooms were to the fears of those who entered.
Supernatural only had a few days left by the time the newspaper raves had gotten around. The lines were long and those coming out from the other side looked white-faced and completely breathless as if they had witnessed the nether realms and returned all in the span of the twenty minutes they were inside. One group had to completely exit before the next could enter for there was only one host that night.
He was charming enough--nothing overtly gory or gruesome about his costume. A simple black suit with bones that gleamed green under the blacklights outside. He wore a mask much like something out of Phantom of the Opera with a half-skull design of the same coloration on it and the other half of his face painted black with a few green cracks through it.
He had been gone for some time, but with the exit of the previous group his reappearance was assured. One might wonder how he made it back to the start of the house so quickly... and if that meant he never really followed and guided you through the house at all.
When he came through the door next in a flurry of tattered curtains and fog he smiled a stark white smile to the next lucky lady in line.
"A single party? Well, then we shall make your party of one a party of two. Come, come my dear. Welcome to the mansion Supernatural!" He held his hand out, meaning for her to take it so she could be properly whisked away into the depths of the house.
((This is a redo/continuation of a failed breeding room, so if it looks familiar at first that's why.))